Happy Monday to you all. I am back at the desk after four days off. Spent these days in the California desert, where it was cool and mostly cloudy, but relaxing nonetheless.
I've decided to give you just a small peek into my life outside of the publishing and church worlds today . . .
Most people raise an eyebrow when I let them know that I am an avid hockey fan. "How could such a mild-mannered liturgist/musician be a fan of such a violent sport?" they often ask. Well, I grew up in Massachusetts during the era of the likes of Bobby Orr and Phil Esposito, two tremendous Boston Bruins players. I remember well listening to hockey games on the radio when my parents would pile all six of us into our "Country Squire" station wagon (the kind with the fake wood on the sides) and head back to the Boston area from our bimonthly visits to relatives in southeastern Massachusetts. I loved listening to those games and watching them on TV. That interest waned over the years and has been rekindled over the past five years here in Chicago, where I have become a huge fan of the Chicago Blackhawks. I attend many of their games, sitting a few rows from the last row in the upper level. Last night was a little different. Through the generosity of a friend, I found myself sitting in the first row "on the ice." It was thrilling, to say the least. I have great respect for these athletes who, unlike in any other sport, perform their sport on ice, skating with ease and precision. Folks, I had a wonderful time, and wished the game could have gone on and on. Incidentally, we won 4-0! Here's a photo. I look a little weary—I had been on airplanes most of the day!
Thank you for your comments over the past week. I hope your Advent continues to be a hope-filled one and that these remaining days are marked with joy and peace. Tomorrow, another installment of "New Translation Tuesday." Stay tuned.
After my experience last night, I was filled with lots of joy and had a full and grateful heart. I guess this is how a Catholic has to approach a gift like seats "on the ice." I kept thanking God up and down all night long.
Gotta sing. Gotta pray.